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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by H3ADSH0T DUDE:
4/17/2016 6:02:14 PM
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Cole Anderson takes a quick glance at JT. Though they share a similar appearence, a few differences are shown as well.
"So are you a cowboy or are you playing dress up?
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"Straight from Cypak, my planets version of Wild West Texas. So yeah, authentic." [i]The man said in response to the figure before him, having walked over. His right arm was a stony grey colour, showing clear as day that both arms, hell most of his body, was cybernetic. [/i]
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"Fair enough. Most call me an outlaw, a cold blooded killer, an unfeeling bastard. You know what, they're right." His breathing rate is low as his respirator gives it all away. Though you can't see his eyes, he gave out a glare, and a rather hateful one.
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"Well, lad, I'm the exact same way. Was rather, in my youth. Joined the police force after I left home, eventually left that too, in favour of the PMC life." [i]He said coldly to the man. The figure glared at him, although his right eye, a cybernetic one, was busy gathering his face and image. At that moment, his PMC was gathering the name, age, occupation, and birth city of the man before him from intergalactic records. [/i]
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"Hm, seems fair enough. Though I just kill for the sake of it."
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"I did when I was younger. Now I kill only when needed, but I'll do a lot worse to a man."
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"Ha! Other's lives don't matter to me, I kill for satisfaction. "
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"Well, then we certainly differ now don't we?"
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Oh shit its you" *leyla hides shaking in fear hoping that he doesn't see me*
